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this ancient silver bowl of mine
no prey am i of poor thoughts
all within and all without me
gingham dog and the calico cat
the ships are lying in the bay
in september
the hypocritic days
but i cannot read you now
thoughts through my head
under the harvest moon
let us plant
renew the vision of delight
and how could you dream of meeting

 



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